In Bingzhou, Murong Chengguang received news from Chang'an on the battlefield. Looking at the corpses strewn everywhere, he felt nothing but inexplicable horror.
He looked around and asked in bewilderment, "Are these Xianbei the same people our forebears beat so badly that they had no choice but to migrate west?
"Now they're strong enough to conquer the Western Regions?"
The ministers of the Yan State all found it somewhat unbelievable.
Murong Chengguang rose and paced. He was not like those people of Cao Wei; he knew the Xianbei must have united the Grasslands.
He sucked in a sharp breath!
Murong Chengguang felt as though his head would burst. In the present All Xia World, the Yan State enjoyed uniquely favorable conditions. It had fought its way out from among the Hu people, established an All Xia state, then returned to Han lands. Its understanding of both the Hu and the Han people could be called profoundly deep.
The Murong Clan of the Yan State had won its present position through its powerful clan strength. Now, the Xianbei's Murong Tribe was likewise powerful, and the Dugu Tribe and Tuoba Tribe were no less formidable.
Murong Chengguang paced back and forth, then fixed his gaze on Bingzhou's remaining basins. He abruptly turned, sword in hand, to face the men of the Yan State and said coldly, "I recall that disciples of the Mohist School once presented a Sound-Amplifying Device to make music grander. Bring it here. From tomorrow onward, whenever we attack a city, call into it.
"Citizens within the city, those who rise against Bingzhou will be treated as civilians. If one person rises, their entire household will be civilians.
"If no one in a household rises, they will be regarded as soldiers. Once the city falls, kill them all.
"Inform